We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

If the egotist is weak, his egotism is worthless. If the egotist is strong, acute, full of distinctive character, his egotism is precious, and remains a possession of the race.

Eternity doth wear upon her face the veil of time. They only see the veil, and thus they know not what they stand so near!

Happiness never lays its finger on its pulse. If we attempt to steal a glimpse of its features it disappears.

If you do your fair day's work, you are certain to get your fair day's wage - in praise or pudding, whichever happens to suit your taste.

My garden, with its silence and pulses of fragrance that come and go on the airy undulations, affects me like sweet music. Care stops at the gates, and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.

I have learned to prize the quiet, lightning deed, not the applauding thunder at its heels that men call fame.